Jieun

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Title:Humidity In Summer
That same rhythm,
one, two, three;
The rhytms lays over
the horizon.

Horizon is covered with the
mundane routines
You only find
tiresome choppies on
the line.

That day, that week or
even that month
humidity makes us frown,
yell, and scream.

We are, afterall
confined in humidity, in the fragment of the fog.